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*Note: This post is from exactly one month ago. My dreams have been more memorable since lockdown began in March. Lately, I’ve been having the most vivid dreams. They often start off pleasant then devolve into nightmares. Two nights ago I dreamt that I was on a date with my boyfriend but we were in
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My life has changed drastically in the past year due to illness. The pain that I’ve felt has slowly increased to the point where there are days that I can barely function. The only option at this point is surgery, or so the doctor tells me. I’m just tired of not being able to live
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As you pulled away, it felt like a part of me was leaving with you. I’ve become too dependent on your love Or maybe not dependent enough. Panic burned my chest. My breath become shorter. I started to hyperventilate. My tears stung my eyes. My trust is beginning to waver. But my love holds on.
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He was the best thing to happen to me. A man so warm that he made everything melt away. All the pain of the past began to fade when we got together. But the unthinkable happened. A pandemic hit and tore us apart. Words dripped with longing. My skin began to burn. My heart began
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I fill the moments when I’m alone with a man that doesn’t exist. But I swear that he was real by the feeling left on my fingertips. There are no words left There’s nothing left to convey I repeat these broken promises at least twice a day. The anger has receded My tears are good
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I don’t know what I was looking for I just felt like it was too late I spent my youth playing games But mostly running away. From myself From my family From the cruelty of living. But I couldn’t run forever So I ran into the arms of a man Who held me like you
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I want to peel my skin off So I won’t be reminded of you I want to hide so the world won’t see my shame I want the ground to swallow me whole So I can disappear But none of that can happen I have to look in your eyes every day And not want
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You should know by now I boldly confess all sins And you were my first
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His charm disarmed me His smile captivated me Actions spoke volumes
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Desperate to be loved, by someone, by anyone Willing to play mind games, hoping the most fragile part of you won’t be broken. Thinking love is a game to be played and people are not human, Just conquests meant to be conquered and nothing more. Traveling to the ends of the earth for someone that
Trapped In The Margins 